Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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Prayer to the Mississippi

Father of Waters,

bison horned,

god that flows

through the center

of our lives:

 daily you cleanse us,

daily you nourish us,

daily you give us life.

In return we give you thanks;

in return we praise you

and offer due libation:

milk, red wine,

and worthiest of all,

your own good water.

Father, hail!


© 2018 Steven W. Posch


Above: Larkin Mead, Mississippi: Father of Waters (1904)






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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.


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